Schoolin'

Brother you look like the Taj MahalOne colossal dome above you and the smell of something otherA pillar and a scimitarA little…

Yes I miss you like a formless hideStretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopperThe scaffold of me all awryA little...

Broke your shoulder on the library stepsHanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whateverWhat do you mean you saw the stars?You little...

I could write it in a murder fontI could say it in a way that would be lying or whateverI don't want them to tell us apart!

You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrantIn watery blasts, then all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "Praise the lord"And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "You matter not, and you matter not"And is it, the flogging of a FlintstoneThat I'm supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

(Teach me how to hold)

And I don't wanna make a sceneI don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever'Cause thinking always comes acrossA little...

There's a meeting of the worlds tonightRight above my head a miracle the sun erupt foreverI barely ever raise my eyesA little(Teach him how to hold!)

And oh I wanna make the peaceAnd God I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids oh please

I'm whining like a breaking busMaybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laserI'm not about to open up!

You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrantIn watery blasts, then all of my past!You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upperMy number is up, my number is upBut infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "Praise the lord"And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "You matter not, and you matter not"And is it, the flogging of a FlintstoneThat I'm supposed to be?The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

The drummer goes on, the drama goes onMy number is up, my number is up

Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big oneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil aboutEarthRemember how men, would understand the heavensBut leaving those streetlights onYou can't see nothing there

So learn me anything good

Teach me something that works, I take a long time, to learn about the big oneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about EarthRemember good men, would understand the heavensAnd leaving those streetlights onA ghost dark hemisphere EarthI take a long time, to learn about the big oneGorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick aboutEarthRemember good man, you understand the heavensBut leaving those streetlights on?